The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Beryl's POV:

I waved my hand to bid my mother goodbye and turned on my heels to follow Arron to line up.

I garbled the cookies in my pocket and began to miss my mother even though we just parted. But I drilled the thought in my mind that it was futile dwelling on unfounded longing when we would be seeing each other soon.

My love for my mother was infinite, and no one could replace her in my heart.

Adding myself to the list as I lined up after Arron, none of us could have braced ourselves for parting from our mothers at this moment.

It wouldn't surprise me to know there were diverse beautiful and lovely children, each unique from one another, in the capital city. Just thinking about how Mommy would actually fancy other children aside from me and my brother was enough to crush my spirits. I shivered. Arron and I must keep an eye on Mommy.

I faced forward and had myself on alert. I set my eyes up front and there I saw the leader of the team-a plump she-wolf who was the picture of a kind one at that. I paid attention as she softly spoke, and it was almost as if she was easy to fool.

I busied myself munching the cookies I got while scanning the area. Everyone was participating in the game.

where are you?" The teacher moved her head from one side to the other as

quickly swallowed the cookies and waved my hand

and seek with us." She waved at me with

of hesitation as I looked at the cookies in my hands. After a while, I

with girls who easily bawl. But at this instance, I could only sigh as I was left with no other choice. For Arron's and my plan to work out just fine, I had to brush off the distaste that was burdening me as I forced myself

I picked up the ball for them, which

baffled expression. She took out a handful of candies from her pocket and handed them over to me. "Here, a reward for

candies and shoved them all into my pockets. I was somehow pleased with how things turned out; I got free snacks and I would love to share them with Arron later. The game went on

myself anymore. He came to remind me as stealthily as he could that my acting was the worst and that if I were to

were shooting at me with disbelieving glances

were pursed in a thin line. I shot a stare at the ball in my hand before throwing it into the bin, just as the stout teacher turned her head to

you're not going to be a good sport, then you can rest in your corner. You can wait for the desserts later." Instead of being annoyed by how I suddenly returned to myself, relief

propped myself on a small stool, and began

absorbed in dividing the candies evenly for